“He come back afore dark, an' the nex' mornin' we got ready to start off.
“'Have you any particular place to go?' says he.
“'No,' says I, 'one place is as likely to be as good as another for our style o' thing. If it don't suit, we can imagine it does.'
“'That'll do,' says he, an' we had our trunk sent to the station, and walked ourselves. When we got there, he says to me,
“Which number will you have, five or seven?'
“'Either one will suit me, Earl Miguel,' says I.
“'Jiguel,' says he, 'an' we'll make it seven. An' now I'll go an' look at the time-table, an' we'll buy tickets for the seventh station from here. The seventh station,' says he, comin' back, 'is Pokus. We'll go to Pokus.'
“So when the train come we got in, an' got out at Pokus. It was a pretty sort of a place, out in the country, with the houses scattered a long ways apart, like stingy chicken-feed.
“'Let's walk down this road,' says he, 'till we come to a good house for a castle, an' then we can ask 'em to take us to board, an' if they wont do it we'll go to the next, an' so on.'
“'All right,' says I, glad enough to see how pat he entered into the thing.